"Id love to see that, personally," Puck muttered, smirking.

Ash bowed. "Ive severed all ties to the Winter Court," he said evenly, facing the Exile Queens glare. "Im no longer 'your highness,' just an exile, like Lise. And yourself. I mean no harm to you, or anyone within your house."

Leanansidhe gave him a tight smile. "Just remember who the queen is around here, darling." With a nod to the rest of Lise's companions, she motioned them to the couches. "Sit, darlings, sit," she said in a voice that held an only thinly veiled threat. "I am afraid we have a lot to discuss."

Isiea then heads out, not bothering to tell anyone where she's going.

Lise sits down.

OF course not. On her way out, Oberon asked anyway



Ash chose to stand, looming behind her, while Puck and Grim perched on the arms. Leanansidhe sank gracefully into the opposite chair, crossing her long legs and staring at Lise over her cigarette.

She ignores him.

she stared back at her, although the staring was making her a bit uncomfortable.

He didn't exactly expect an answer in the first place.



"So, darling." Leanansidhe took a drag off her cigarette and blew a smoke fish at her. "Youve been banished from the Nevernever, in a most spectacular show of defiance, Ive heard. What are you planning to do now?"

she shrugs. " I don't know. Didn't really think it through. "

Leanansidhes eyes glittered, and her cigarette bobbed in annoyance. "Well, darling, there are disturbing rumors circulating the streets. Strange weather is plaguing the mortal world, Summer and Winter are losing ground to the Iron Realm, and there is a new faction of Iron fey that have popped up recently, looking for you. Also..." Leanansidhe leaned forward, narrowing her eyes "...there are stories about a half-breed princess who controls both Summer magic and Iron glamour. That she has the power to rule both courts, and she is raising an army of her own--an army of exiles and Iron fey--to overthrow everything."

Of course not. Isiea is just going to go get Ares and her satchel, anyways. Camm told her about that tree-trod, and while it's a bit of a walk from her aunts' house, it's faster than going to the trod that connects to the well.